Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.